It’s strange I don’t have a problem at all with people that hunt. I hunted years back,though never had a love for it, I liked hanging out with friends. Over the years something has changed.
It’s strange I don’t have a problem at all with people that hunt. I hunted years back,though never had a love for it, I liked hanging out with friends. Over the years something has changed.
In the day went along on hunting (to my relief, we never encountered any game). The commoradery was a big part of the action. Personally enjoyed helping work on restoring old cars for the same reason. Opportunities and more current attitudes have changed.
Mike, Way back when I would go hunting in the Berkshires (Ma.) with my cousin and my Uncle Ben. There was a bar there called The Liars Club where you’d tell big stories. We had a lot of fun back then!!
We also pheasant hunted which was lots of fun. That same cousin had a German Shorthair Pointer trained really well. His name was Bullet, great dog. I remember he would point at bird and freeze, my cousin would give him a command and Bullet would rush into the bush the bird wound fly up and all hell would break loose. One day I took a shot and thank God I thought I would hit the dog but didn’t. That would have been a disaster, he never would have forgiven me. But bird hunting was much more fun than deer hunting at least for me.
It’s strange I don’t have a problem at all with people that hunt. I hunted years back,though never had a love for it, I liked hanging out with friends. Over the years something has changed.
Going out hunting is a great guy bonding experience from what I have heard.
In the day went along on hunting (to my relief, we never encountered any game). The commoradery was a big part of the action. Personally enjoyed helping work on restoring old cars for the same reason. Opportunities and more current attitudes have changed.
Hunting at My Uncle’s cabin was a big poker game 😂
Mike, Way back when I would go hunting in the Berkshires (Ma.) with my cousin and my Uncle Ben. There was a bar there called The Liars Club where you’d tell big stories. We had a lot of fun back then!!
The Liars club is fitting for hunting or fishing 😂
I use to go pheasant hunting with my dad on the farm.
We also pheasant hunted which was lots of fun. That same cousin had a German Shorthair Pointer trained really well. His name was Bullet, great dog. I remember he would point at bird and freeze, my cousin would give him a command and Bullet would rush into the bush the bird wound fly up and all hell would break loose. One day I took a shot and thank God I thought I would hit the dog but didn’t. That would have been a disaster, he never would have forgiven me. But bird hunting was much more fun than deer hunting at least for me.